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Post by Miss Jack on Jan 20, 2009 23:37:45 GMT -5
He pressed his lips together and counted to three. And then to five, too, because three wasn't long enough.
He finally gave in to the urge to touch her, reaching her in two steps and cupping her face in his hands. "Stop," he said. "I won't tolerate anyone talking about you like that, especially you. You have value to me. You've never been selfish, so I'm asking... I'm begging you to stay, for me, because I can't stand to be without you. Please."
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Post by Jules on Jan 21, 2009 8:29:53 GMT -5
Zizzy tried very hard to fight against the smile that was attempting to pull up her lips. She only somewhat succeeded. "I would've understood, had you come to me first, I would've been okay with it." She sighed and finally looked at him. "You didn't trust me, either."
And she supposed that's what rankled most, that he had thought her too immature to deal with his problems. "I want to be someone you can come to with anything, not someone you feel you have to hide from."
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Post by Miss Jack on Jan 21, 2009 21:06:41 GMT -5
His eyes softened. "If you would have said yes... why did you ask me not to see her at all in the first place?"
She was right-- he hadn't trusted her, but he honestly hadn't thought she would be okay with the visit. Iseabail was a hot button, to put it mildly.
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Post by Jules on Jan 21, 2009 21:27:05 GMT -5
"Because honestly the idea of you spending alone time with her day in and day out as you rehearsed for Operas in which your characters might be romantically involved made me a little uncomfortable. And I know I'm an awful person for asking that of you, because I'm well aware of how much the Opera means to you, but I also think it's understandable."
She reached out and gently twisted her fingers in a loose strand of his hair. "I will get over it, I just---not yet. I'm sorry, really sorry I can't be...better or stronger or whatever. And I guess I understand you not coming to me; I know I must seem insanely jealous and clingy."
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Post by Miss Jack on Jan 21, 2009 21:54:05 GMT -5
"I understand," he whispered, rubbing his thumbs over the skin of her cheek. If Zizzy claimed to love someone else and spent multiple days with whoever-the-poor-soul-may-be, he wouldn't like it either. "Does this mean... you're staying?"
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Post by Jules on Jan 21, 2009 22:06:17 GMT -5
Zizzy closed her eyes as though soothed by his touch. She wished she could feel more secure about him needing her just as much as she needed him, but it was difficult to imagine anyone needing her. Although the undercurrent of emotion whenever he spoke about her leaving, like the idea panicked him, made her feel like perhaps for whatever inexplicable reason, he did need her.
"Forever, okay? Promise?" She cracked open one eye and smiled at him slightly, "And don't break this one."
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Post by Miss Jack on Jan 23, 2009 20:28:13 GMT -5
He smiled in return, but there was an undercurrent of tension beneath the exchange.
"That's the plan," he murmured, his lips already in motion toward hers. He kissed her softly, wondering that he almost wouldn't have been able to do it, for who knew how long.
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